#WritcoStoryPrompt105
Is the future preconceived or does it change very frequently? Answer the question by writing a story.

Why toil relentlessly for a future when today is robbing you from smelling the flowers of your dreams?
All you hear is loud crys in your mind yearning for fruitation to your hardship in echoed screams.
Wearing a uniform that enslave you to a continuous repeatative routine of working to enrich already rich pockets.
Pastured in a padlock of greenary yet fenced from freedom awaiting to be disposed when your purpose is served on various markets.
Aging daily waiting in trepidation to be thrown in a bin of stinking rot when your perishable date expire.
Praying out loud in fear to deafness clinging to a mythological believe of eternal bliss and fearful of hell's blazing fire.

What is the future?
We are caws being fed to be marched to a place of slaughter.
Digesting the luxurious buffet served in silver ware ravenously only to dispose it in the lavatory.
We are tantamount to goods categorised on shelves in this world and tomorrow we are just framed history.
Congratulated on our exhalation with medals and buried in dirt bereft of titles.
Our existence echoing down the passage of time dwindling with generation cycles.

What is the future?
We are caught in a web of technology that is evolving with destruction.
Served with convenience and reliability to grease the wheels of our lifes yet deficient from affection and physical connection.
chasing titles climbing human ladders bereft of empathy just to have a hero's burial.
When the day comes we might be on different grounds but the same dirt will be pilled on our short life span of a biennial.
What is the future? ?


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